The body of Lord White Crane lay on the ground, blood gushed out from the broken neck, emitting a strong, fresh fishy smell, dyeing the young man's eyes red.
Ning Jiujiu lowered his head, like a shriveled rubber ball. His knees were weakly pressing his broken neck. His torn clothes were stained with blood and trembled in the cold wind that passed through the canyon. The sword he was leaning on easily pierced the rock, and the tip of the sword sank in half.
Ning maintained this posture for a long time, like a bloody statue of killing.
The golden light in his pupils had extinguished, but his injuries did not improve. Instead, the originally suppressed spiritual energy burst out, tearing his muscles, breaking apart his skin, and kept pouring out, turning him into a bloody man in an instant.
The two walls of the mountain were stained with sword marks and were so clean that there was no trace of snow. The cold wind kept pouring in, as if to cool his blood.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, Zhao Xiang'er sat in front of the water mirror, her white dress spotless. The image in the water mirror was like a giant knife slashing into her eyes. She looked at it steadily. She was neither sad nor happy, and had no vitality. It was just that the blood dripping from the slot of the young man's sword in the gorge seemed to pass through the winding path. The earth's veins flowed into her eyes.
Shi Yuli stood beside her and looked at her nervously.
"Sister, how about I go take a look for you?" Shi Yu said.
Zhao Xiang'er said softly: "No need."
Shi Yu looked at the person in the water mirror and felt that the Prince Consort was really in danger.
"Don't worry, sister, I will disguise myself and I promise not to let the Prince Consort see my family background and appearance." Shi Yu said seriously.
"..." Zhao Xianger raised her chin slightly, her eyes fell on the blond girl, and she laughed and said, "In your eyes, does he also look like this?"
Shi Yu thought to herself, isn't this an obvious thing... He obviously has a family, but he is still flirting with women outside. If I were him, I would definitely hold Sister Xiang'er at home every day and never go anywhere.
"I..." Shi Yu didn't know what to say, so she could only whisper: "Anyway, sister, don't be impulsive."
Zhao Xianger said softly: "No."
Shi Yu nodded and said: "Well, people like him should be taught a lesson. Otherwise, when the time comes, when my sister goes back and sees a group of wives and concubines, how will she behave?"
Zhao Xiang'er did not speak, but shook her head slightly: "Every time he has a confidante, the bond between me and him becomes weaker. Isn't this what my mother wants to see?"
"What?" Shi Yu was slightly surprised when he heard this statement: "If mother has this intention, what is the use of the previous marriage letter?"
Zhao Xiang'er quietly looked at the scene in the water mirror, looked at the dying young man, and said softly: "I don't know."
With that said, the girl closed her eyes and waved her sleeves, dispelling the image in the water mirror.
"Shi Yu." She shouted.
"Sister." Shi Yu came back to his senses and responded immediately.
Zhao Xiang'er gently covered her right eye. When her hand fell, a teardrop hung between her fingers. She handed this to Shi Yu and said: "Let it rain."
Shi Yu's expression changed slightly and said: "How can this be... It's not worth it for my sister to sacrifice her Taoism for this. In the next ten days, it will be the training of the world of dharma. The opportunity of the five ways cannot be lost. You must maintain your energy and spirit." It’s better to be in full bloom.”
Zhao Xiang'er didn't reply, just said: "You are the elder sister and I am the elder sister?"
Shi Yu bit her lip and remained silent, then reluctantly accepted the teardrop after a moment.
"knew."
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Hidden away from the world, not visible.
In the temple where tens of thousands of gods and Buddhas sit high with golden lanterns, and amid the flowing curtains of golden shadows, the viewer sits quietly as usual, with his exquisite figure rising and falling among the layers of curtains.
In front of her, there was also a mist-filled mirror.
In the mirror is also the snowy gorge, where the seven former disciples of the Taoist temple are kneeling on the ground covered in scars. Both the man and the sword are red.
She just watched quietly, her eyes that seemed to be able to see through the dust of the world did not add any color.
Outside the temple, the second senior brother with a thick ancient sword on his waist crossed thousands of monuments and walked from the Shinto.
The senior sister in a green skirt stood at the door, holding a sword in her backhand and pushing it out, blocking the door of the palace.
The second senior brother looked at the senior sister and said seriously: "Junior brother is about to die."
The senior sister said: "Master has not spoken yet."
The second senior brother frowned and said: "Although junior brother is seriously injured, as long as we go there, rescuing him will be easy. What is the master afraid of?"
The elder sister said: "Invisibility is not a true seclusion. The more traces we leave in the world, these clues will sooner or later point out where we are."
The second senior brother was silent for a long time. He suppressed his usual smile, pressed the knife, and asked seriously: "Master's condition is worse than we imagined?"
The elder sister nodded lightly.
The second senior brother asked again: "Compared to seven hundred years ago?"
The senior sister said: "It's much worse."
The second senior brother looked in disbelief: "How could this happen?"
The senior sister sighed quietly.
She didn't believe it in the past, until Master told her that day that time had already been retraced once.
Although the turmoil in my heart has calmed down, there will still be repercussions every time I think about it.
She wasn't even sure where she was at the moment.
"Master himself is also trying to find ways to solve the current problems. I believe that Master can solve the dilemma." Senior Sister said: "It's just that now... many of the existences that we once regarded as ants, before Master recovers, I’m afraid I need to reconsider it.”
"You mean..." The second senior brother narrowed his eyes and pressed his thumb tightly on the rough handle of the knife.
The senior sister nodded.
The second senior brother glanced at the temple and sighed softly: "It's all my fault that I couldn't recognize my junior brother when I was in Zhao State. Otherwise, I would have brought him back and saved so many women from sucking his sperm. Angry, sapping his fighting spirit."
The senior sister was too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense and just said: "Little junior brother has his own destiny."
"Creation?" The second senior brother smiled helplessly: "Isn't my junior brother's creation a woman? Which one is it this time?"
He was joking, but he never thought that the senior sister would really say: "The one from the Three Thousand Worlds."
The second senior brother frowned again: "The Suzaku God is really not afraid of offending Bai Zang? No matter how vast the three thousand worlds are, there is no real god in the end. In Bai Zang's years, it was just a boat floating on the sea. If Bai Zang wants to break his face, Destroying three thousand worlds is not difficult, it just requires some energy."
"Bai Zang will not do this." Senior Sister said.
"Why?" Second Senior Brother asked.
The senior sister said: "Because Bai Zang doesn't care what Suzaku is going to do. She has won the heart of Tenzou God and is completely confident. She probably has only one goal at the moment."
The second senior brother asked: "We?"
"Yeah." Senior Sister said.
The two fell into silence.
There was also silence in the temple.
The temple owner could clearly hear the discussions outside the palace door, but she didn't care.
She quietly looked at the shadows in the mist.
Ning Jiujiu still knelt in the snow gorge, gradually getting colder in the torrent of wind.
Above his head, a cloud suddenly floated over.
…
Ning Jiujiu was not sure whether he would die.
The power of authority protected his heart, but he had blocked the attack of True Monarch Bai He with the Divine Record of Shura. The meridians and acupuncture points in his body were also damaged and were getting worse. There was no improvement at all. sign.
The injury was much more severe than I expected.
This is the mountain of swords and sea of fire that separates Ziting and Wudao.
Ning Jiujiu could hear his own heartbeat, and he could also feel the sudden trembling in his temples. The tooth-grinding sound of wind kept passing by his ears, and the pain warned him of death with a tearing feeling.
In Ning Changjiu's vague consciousness, many memories existing in fantasy sketched out its appearance.
In his memory, he mounted a horse and galloped on the grassland, bending his bow and setting an arrow. Behind him was the sound of horse hooves trampling the grass, and there seemed to be a blurry face beside him.
The sound of horse hooves faded away, and the dragon's roar came from the old age, like the enemy in the poem. The sun was like a hanging drum high above, banging and banging. Then, his body seemed to have become a drum, being beaten by others. With the sky and the earth singing together.
It seems like something is boiling inside the body, and it wants to break the lid of the pot and rush out.
Ning pursed his lips for a long time and his eyelids kept trembling. He didn't know where these memories came from, but when his consciousness was weak, they rushed out, like descendants coveting the property of his dying father.
Ning Jiujiu tried his best to open his eyes.
He thought he had opened his eyes.
Looking up, the sound of war horses whizzing past the clouds was heard in the sky.
Boom boom boom!
For a moment, Ning Jiujiu thought he was blind. After he calmed down, he saw clearly that there were nine suns hanging high above him.
The sun cast a blazing light.
Golden glow flows all over the earth.
Heaven and earth are a furnace, and all things are fire.
He didn't feel hot, but vaguely, he felt that hidden in these seemingly dazzling sunlight was obscure, dark, ash-like, and invisible black.
He wanted to expel this darkness wrapped in light.
So he stared at the sun and subconsciously stretched his hands to his waist.
He found nothing.
The sun began to set, accompanied by the noisy chirping of the golden crow.
He couldn't tell whether it was fantasy or reality, he just knew he was going to die. Suddenly, something covered his eyes. It was something light and misty, like a woman's sleeve. He couldn't see clearly and didn't know who the woman was, but he felt that it should be a beautiful picture.
In the snow gorge, the sound of rain could be heard pattering.
It was a cloud that flew from the sky, crossed the mountains and the sea, came to the top of his head, and poured down the fairy rain like agar jade dew.
The cloud was only as big as his clothes. So this rain also fell for him alone.
Dusk falls, then night.
It rained all night.
Dawn surges into light on the horizon, engulfing the snowy gorge like a tidal wave.
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes.
Not dead... He pulled himself out of the lengthy dream.
The corpse of Lord White Crane was in a state of decay.
He held the sword, pulled it out from the crack in the ground, lit the sword fire, and burned the body of True Lord White Crane completely.
He wasn't sure how he survived.
He touched his naked shoulder. The injury was still there, full of scars. But his shoulders and back were also very clean, and the dirty blood had been washed away by the rain, as if someone had cried against him.
Ning stood there for a long time and was silent for a long time.
He spent some time identifying the direction, and then walked towards one end of the snow gorge.
He walked for a long time, from early morning to sunset. Finally, he left the wilderness, and the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard in his ears.
On the mountain road, a carriage was approaching.
"Are you still carrying passengers?" Ning Jiujiu asked, his voice a little hoarse.
The groom looked at his shirtless appearance and was covered in horrific scars. His teeth chattered with fear and he did not dare to speak.
Ning Jiujiu took out a piece of silver from somewhere, handed it to him, and then walked into the carriage calmly.
The groom touched the ingot of silver and bit it. After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Where are the guests going?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Anywhere, I just want to sit."
The groom said respectfully: "I am here to pick up someone... My relative is from a small theater troupe and he is going to the capital. I cannot afford to delay him."
Ning Jiujiu hummed and said, "Please do it."
The groom stopped talking.
Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, I am a good person."
The groom thought that you looked like you, and you didn't look like a good person, but he didn't dare to question anything, so he whipped up his horse and drove this strange guest forward.
Ning leaned against the bumpy carriage for a long time and closed his eyes to rest.
The groom drove anxiously, and after a while, the man's voice in the carriage sounded dry again: "Do you have any clothes?"
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Ning Chang put on a pair of light blue clothes. The clothes didn't fit well, but at least they covered up the injuries all over his body.
The back of his head was resting on the wooden wall of the carriage, thinking about something quietly, as if he was falling asleep.
After a long time, he murmured and opened his eyes: "Master, who are you?"
When he opened his eyes, he realized that there were three more people sitting in the carriage. All three were ordinary people, an old man and two children. They were so ordinary that his consciousness did not alert him that anyone was coming.
The old man was pulling a box. The boy and the girl were about eleven or twelve years old. They hid in the old man's left and right hands and looked at Ning Changchun fearfully.
Ning Jiujiu took the initiative to speak, doing things like ordinary people, and said, "Are you going to sing in an opera?"
Hearing his gentle words, the old man became less wary and nodded: "The theater troupe in the city is short of manpower. I am an old acquaintance with them, so I took my two disciples to help and train them."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said with a smile: "The old man's two disciples are both good ones."
After hearing this, the old man felt much better, and his impression of Tang Jue's appearance in the carriage changed somewhat.
"Are you a scholar?" the old man asked.
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said, "I haven't read any serious books about sages."
The old man looked at the injury on his neck and frowned.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "I met a tiger in the mountains, had a fight, and almost died."
"Tiger?" The little boy's eyes lit up: "What a big tiger, brother, are you a knight?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "You can't be called a knight if you can kill a tiger. Hunters can also kill tigers."
The little boy said seriously: "That hunter is also a knight."
Ning smiled for a long time and said nothing.
The little girl coughed suddenly. She had not spoken before, as if she was afraid of disturbing the boy. She had been suppressing the itch in her throat. Now she coughed out in one breath, bending over, and her little face wrinkled in pain.
The old man looked at her and sighed.
The little boy quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, my grandpa will take my sister to find a good doctor when we get to the city. The cough is not a serious illness and it will definitely be cured."
The little girl hummed hard and coughed again.
Ning Jiujiu glanced at the little girl and asked, "What are you going to do in the capital?"
The old man replied: "It's not easy to do plays these days. People act in whatever they like to watch. Recently, a new class play has been created, which is the story of the young knight who has been the most popular recently."
"Young knight?" Ning asked for a long time.
The old man smiled and said: "Yes, that's the one named Zhang Jiu. His deeds and origins are now being circulated in the public. Many troupes have already set up a stage to sing. Our script is written slowly, so we must hurry up and rehearse, otherwise Once this craze passes, it won’t be easy to make money.”
"Zhang Jiu..." Ning Jiujiu pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard much about him. I don't know what his deeds are."
"Hey, how do we old men know about the disciples of the famous Xian family? They are just writing about the emperor's golden pole and the concubine's white steamed buns. We rely on this to make our parents happy and make some money to survive." Said.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Can I see the book?"
The old man did not refuse and handed over the script. Ning Changjiu took it and flipped through it. He saw that the stories written on it were very old-fashioned. It looked like a template, but the name of the protagonist was painted out and replaced with a new one.
In this story, Zhang Jiu was born in a poor family, his parents died, and he had a childhood sweetheart. Later he discovered that his childhood sweetheart was actually a dragon girl. The dragon girl came down to earth to experience, and was eventually taken away by the evil dragon and returned to his castle. Zhang Jiu Heartbroken, in order to save her, he pulled out the peerless sword from the Buddha statue in the temple and traveled over the mountains and ridges to find his green plum.
In the story, he is very single-minded.
Ning Chang pursed his lips and laughed quietly for a while.
"What's wrong?" The old man looked at his smile and asked.
"It's very well written," Ning Jiujiu said, "It's just that this Jiujiu is a little too infatuated. On the way to find someone, I think I should meet some confidants. That would make the story more interesting."
The old man frowned and said: "The couple of gods and immortals should stay together and stay together forever. What kind of talk do you have three wives and four concubines? They are not the dirty rich merchants and nobles in the mortal world."
Ning was stunned for a long time, then laughed dumbly and said: "The old gentleman taught you a lesson."
While talking, the little girl coughed again.
The old man comforted the little girl for a while, then put away the storybook. The carriage gradually drove into the city. The sound of gongs and drums was heard in the distance, and the old man also followed suit, humming a few words casually.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What did you sing, sir?"
The old man said: "There are some fairy tales that have been passed down, which are not interesting to listen to."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and suddenly said: "I'm here."
With that said, he rolled out the curtain. Before leaving, he reached out his hand and patted the little girl's head gently.
When the little girl came to her senses in confusion, the figure of her brother had already disappeared.
In the empty wilderness, a white rainbow hung high. Ning Chang stepped on the sword of the sword pavilion and walked through the air at a much faster speed than when he came.
He looked at the sky.
Vaguely, he seemed to see the clouds in his sky being pushed aside, revealing the glimmering light behind them.
Ning Jiujiu knew that it was the Five Paths.
He has truly reached the peak of Ziting and touched the threshold of that mysterious realm.
This is the place where he came when he was sixteen years old in his previous life.
But Ning Jiujiu believes that he can go further now.
It's just that Lord Baihe failed to help him break through.
He still lacks an opportunity.
…
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Time flies and another half month passes.
Ancient Spirit Sect.
Ning Xiaoling was sitting on the throne, wagging her nine big fluffy tails, looking beautiful and majestic.
The paws of her left hand were holding the small bamboo tube, and the paws of her right hand were holding the books left by her senior brother, comparing them one by one.
Si Ming walked slowly from outside the hall, Ning Xiaoling immediately restrained her tail and sat upright.
The weather is getting warmer and spring is blooming outside the window. Siming is also dressed in a spring-like style. She is wearing a thin robe. The robe is close-fitting and has a high slit, revealing her slender and tight breasts. There are two buckles on the side of the waist, but there is nothing else inside, and there is a feeling that it will be stretched open at any time.
This is Si Ming's usual nightgown. She often wears this when going back and forth between Lu Jianjie and Ning Xiaoling's palace.
Ning Xiaoling's ears were red and her heart was beating, and she didn't dare to look at her more.
Siming asked: "How did the comparison go?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "It's almost done! I checked the list according to the list compiled by my senior brother. Well... there are still four farthest sects that have not yet been delivered. I think they will arrive within a month. "
Siming walked to her side, sat down gently, folded his bare feet, took the list, scanned it, and said with a smile: "These sects are surprisingly obedient. This is good, it can save a lot of trouble."
Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously: "Sister Si Ming's reputation as the fourth in the world is so resounding. Coupled with the reputation of senior brother, I guess they don't have the courage to disobey... Sister and senior brother complement each other and are indispensable!"
Siming smiled and rubbed her ears and said, "Xiao Ling has learned very well in the past two months."
Ning Xiaoling blinked her watery eyes and said, "I really like my sister."
Siming helped her stroke her soft hair and said: "Xiao Ling will change back in the future, and she will no longer be a little fox that can be touched by my sister every day."
Ning Xiaoling was secretly happy and looked forward to that day. But she said sincerely: "Although winter has passed, I will always be the warm little scarf around my sister's neck."
Si Ming's eyes were as curved as the crescent moon. She looked at Ning Xiaoling and said, "Xiaoling is much more sensible than your master."
"Master..." Ning Xiaoling was so aggrieved that she didn't want to speak.
Master has been really pitiful these past half months.
If senior brother doesn't come back, then...
While thinking, Ning Xiaoling's neck was grabbed by Si Ming. She put the girl fox on her shoulders. Ning Xiaoling skillfully hugged her jade neck, her plush face looked at Si Ming's world-famous beauty. Rubbed it on. Then he stretched out his paws, put them on Sister Siming's tender shoulders, and started rubbing them with appropriate strength.
Siming liked this feeling very much.
They strolled into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Lu Yuanhua was practicing her sword among the gorgeous pear blossoms. She was still wearing snow-like clothes and her face was as beautiful as ever.
The spiritual energy has not moved, the sword light is shining, and on the white wall full of pear blossoms, Lu Jiaoyou's slim silhouette is changing, graceful and graceful, as if she is about to ride on the wind at any time, full of fairy spirit.
Siming looked at it with a slightly crazy expression.
Lu Marry stopped dancing her sword, stopped and looked at Si Ming, and said a little embarrassedly: "Good morning, sister Xue Ci."
Siming nodded and said, "My sister Marry's swordsmanship is becoming more and more beautiful. I think it's just around the corner to join the Five Paths."
Lu Marian said: "Sister, I am so complimentary. It still lacks a lot of warmth."
Siming smiled and said, "Sister, there is no need to be modest."
Lu Marian looked at the little fox on her shoulder, bit her lip, her eyes were longing, and she whispered: "I've been getting up a little more anxiously recently. The room hasn't been tidied up yet, and I've practiced sword practice. I'll tidy up the house first."
Siming said: "Why are you cleaning the house? Do you think your evil husband is coming back, so you are clearing the bed to wait for him?"
Lu Marian's cheeks were slightly red, she glared at Siming and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, sister?"
With that said, she turned and left angrily.
"Don't leave."
Siming grabbed her.
She didn't grab her hand, but grabbed something through her skirt - it was her tail hidden under the snow-white skirt.
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(Thank you to the book friend RMB_SKY for the tip! Thank you to the book friend for the tip and support, okay~)